Page 103 of Papa's Bébé
She stared at Livvy in surprise. “What do you mean?”
“I told Millie about how you were worried about the yoga puppies and we decided that we want to help you rescue them.”
Oh shit. This was unexpected. She glanced over at Matthieu, but he was on his phone.
“You can’t do that.”
“Why not?” Millie asked. “You’re going to do it, aren’t you? Livvy and I talked after our chat the other day and we both thought the same thing. You’re going to save those puppies. It’s what I would do. And we can help you. I have experience in this sort of thing.”
She wasn’t sure she wanted to know what sort of experience Millie had.
“Guys, even if I was going to do this, which I’m not admitting to,” yet, “I wouldn’t involve the two of you. It would be dangerous.”
“That’s my middle name,” Millie told her. “Actually, it’s not. It’s Margaret. But if I could choose a name, I’d be Millie Dangerous Brontosaurus.”
That was an . . . interesting name.
“Let us help. You can’t do it alone. Especially now.” Livvy glanced over at Matthieu meaningfully.
Yeah. He was going to make her animal rescues more difficult.
“I don’t know . . .”
“You know you can trust me,” Livvy said. “And Millie too.”
They both stared at her with hope-filled eyes.
Shit. If they really wanted to do this . . .
“You’re sure?”
Livvy nodded. “I’ll set up a group chat that we can all use.”
“They aren’t monitoring your phone, are they?” Millie asked.
“Why would they do that?” she asked, feeling alarmed.
Millie shrugged. “I don’t know. In case the guy threatening you calls or something.”
“He’s not really threatening me. And no, they’re not. But before you go, I do have something to ask you, Millie. I know we don’t know each other well?—”
“Just told you that we’re friends, girl,” Millie told her.
Well, I, I?—”
“What’s going on here,” Matthieu demanded, making her jump with a cry.
“How the heck do you move so quietly? You’re like Batman!” Maya cried.
“Nah, more like a ninja,” Millie said with a nod of her head. “Impressive. Light like a cloud, as quiet as a mouse.”
He sighed. “Did you really just describe me as a mouse?”
Millie grinned. “I like mice.”
“No, you don’t,” Livvy retorted. “You’re scared of them.”
“Oh. Yeah. I forgot. I am scared of mice. Uh-huh.” Millie nodded. “So how are you, Matthieu? Long time no see.”
